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the-floral-perspective · 9 months

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General creepypasta headcannons!

Ft: Jeff the killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Dr Smiley, Puppeteer, Bloody Painter, Masky, Hoodie, laughing Jack, Jason the toymaker, Homicidal Liu and Eyeless Jack

Warning: these are not romantic! These are general personality trait headcannons. Also, a lot of the pastas are good friends with Ben. Mentions of weed and alcohol.

Also I’m using my AU where the creepypastas only kill r8pists and Peds (I’ll just call it the vigilant AU.)

I’m also working on a micheal afton smut rn, so y’all will get that soon.

Jeff the killer

-The worst person to drink with, he’s absolutely ruthless when drunk. (Angry, annoying or horny, you don’t roll the dice. He does)

-has a vintage tea set that was Liu’s (he stole it when he turned)

-he’s the most brutal and crude creepypasta, but whenever he’s mad he’s really fuckin mad.

-Ohioan tbh

-IAED (intermittent Anger Explosive Disorder)

-I feel like when he’s not having an episode he’s pretty likable (he’s probably accidentally one of the funniest creeps)

-this fucker definitely talks to himself, I feel like he might also have OCD.

-pop not soda

-his mouth slits are not that prominent (like food doesn’t fall out of his mouth) and he has his eyelids

-his skin isn’t smooth??? Mf was literally burned, he’s covered with a lot of old slightly healed burn scars.

-his hair care is better because of Ben.

-getting Jeff and Masky pissed off at the same time they will angrily tag team you (not sexually… maybe sometimes.)

-Jeff is very romantically detached and romantically stupid. Like he doesn’t really get attraction that much and when he does he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Ben Drowned

-vapes just a little (blue raz)

-weirdly responsible over the rest of the creeps (hygiene wise, he’s very meticulous) he’s the weed dealer of the house, his room in the attic is the major “fuck-it-up-and-party” Room

-not that angry of a person, very lax and chill.

-the funnest creeps to smoke the greens with. He’s fr just so chill (he’s also very funny too, trust me he’s fun AF)

-Ben is the funniest pasta, but only because of his pathetic-ness. Like he makes a lot of cheesy jokes and rhymes, it makes the other pastas laugh because most the time he doesn’t intend it to be funny.

-chronic mimicker, like it’s bad. If anyone else talks or says a word slightly different suddenly it’s the only word he’ll say for a month straight.

-his eyes are constantly bleeding and it pisses him off

-human eyes are brown and his skin is slightly tan.

-he’s very horny all the time but with no release. He doesn’t crush on the pasta girls, nor does he watch porn. This mf writes his own personal fanfiction in a diary (that the creeps stole one night while drunk and read)

-he’s honestly one of the cleanest creepypastas. (And probably the most popular for them all, at least. He’s friends with everyone.)

-ADD nightmare and screamo music daydream.

-I feel like if he sang he’d sound like that one song ‘King for a Day’

Toby

-he’s a little dickhead, but relatively lovable. It’s just cause he’s cheeky and devilish.

-doesn’t smoke weed or drink.

-he’s very jealous of Liu and Jeff since because of his sisters death. He wishes that like Liu, his sister would arrive one day somewhat alive. (It never happens)

-ADHD and bipolar nightmare, has a slender therapist lmao.

-Toby doesn’t like Jeff that much for trying to kill Liu. Liu and Toby are friends because Liu reminds him of Lyra (his sister)

-Toby is also somewhat close with the women of the mansion rather then the men. He’s good friends with both Judge Angels and Jane. Clockwork and him aren’t close anymore as she went off on her own.

-he’s a really deep thinker, and surprisingly sentimental. Though not for his victims. Toby is harsh whenever he feels like it.

-he’s a relatively quiet person. He’s good friends with Ben and EJ. Toby also has a slow reaction to danger, he’s the least likely in the group to get scared by something.

-Toby had to get a slender therapist because of his last manic episode (he made up “creepypasta” while accidentally high one night on Ben’s computer in 2010 and the pastas haven’t trusted him with tech since.)

-he wanted to become a writer growing up.

Dr Smiley

-originally, I feel like Dr Smiley wanted to do good for people. I feel like he wanted to be a politician until he forcefully remembered how people are. He’s also really bad at medical stuff, go to EJ for that, not smiley.

-awful trust issues, he doesn’t trust a soul. Ironically, Smiley is one of the most social pastas. Reverse psychology babe.

-smiley is good at a lot of things, this man’s a fuckin prodigy.

-one of the first creepypastas to join the gang. Also one of the most polite.

-he’s really classy and only ever accidentally taken an edible (never again). Smiley trips out hard whenever high, it’s almost concerning.

-definitely has a small garden for herbs. He’s either seen killing, out in the garden, or in his medical room.

-a lot of the pastas are convinced smiley doesn’t sleep (no one has ever seen it, though Ben did capture one singular photo as proof and that is it)

-dr smiley is always left in charge whenever Slender has meetings (he only has to approve missions sent by the pastas.)

-as much as smiley is a prodigy, he’s awful in the kitchen. It’s kind of sad.

Puppeteer

-smooth, might as well call this fucker MJ.

-he always wins in arguments bc he’s so sly. Sort of a kleptomaniac and will gaslight you.

-called pup by most (not like a dog)

-always has his business in other peoples faces, but unlike Ben, he doesn’t get away with it.

-Puppet laughs a lot but doesn’t really talk. he’s also pretty good friends with Jane and Helen.

-one of the least organized pastas. His room is really messy and so is he. He cleans up after himself, but don’t go into his room.

-Major Depressive Disorder

-him and hoodie always get A+ on their duo assignments. Though the two of them aren’t that close, they’re hella good at working together.

-puppeteer isn’t classy at all. He drinks as soon as he wakes up, but in a Fiona Gallagher way.

-definitely watches Shameless. His top show rn. Binged the entirety in 3 days. Didn’t sleep whatsoever. (His fave character is V bc she’s hot)

Bloody Painter

-LOVES Hozier. Like actively buys tickets for his shows. Either hozier or The Hush Sound.

-the most visual mf you’ll ever meet. If he’s real comfortable he’d ramble for super fucking long (and gets annoyed when someone gets bored or questions him.)

-work first, people last. Helen really just focused on the next step in front rather than the whole timeline.

-beat the shit out of Toby for the accident of 2010. Though the two made up.

-mentally I think he’s…. Alright??? He’s one of those disturbingly quiet people, very hard to read. Though, turns out he’s just mute. Also has OCD

-he has a problem trusting himself and his thoughts (as most ppl with OCD do)

-very unhealed, Helen is very raw. Like his wounds are barely closed. Sometimes Helen is able to relax though and that’s only when he’s alone or possibly with Puppeteer.

-Helen makes sure he has no bad blood between any pasta. He’s worried hoodie doesn’t like him, though.

Masky

-staring problem, huge staring problem. resting bitch face too. Truthfully he’s never really annoyed much.

-insomniac with a touch of depression. He’s always super tired. Chronic eyebag haver.

-probably has thin silver glasses.

-loves sugary coffee and tea. Drinks basic white girl drinks 100%

-really good friends with Eyeless Jack and often helps him get more medical supplies.

-dare I say slight accent??? Not rlly an accent, but sounds like he’s from Tennessee. His moms def from New Jersey tho.

-Jewish heritage. He also watches a LOT of Rick and Morty with Ben.

-buys his weed from Ben to relax. He was forced to stop smoking by Hoodie and Sally. Weed is the next best thing.

-he’s really good at voice impressions but almost never does them unless he’s with Sally or Lazari.

-Masky is very depressed and unmotivated, so Puppeteer is usually around him a lot. Not that either of them care much.

Hoodie

-he’s literally mute. Also believe that he’s short too. Like 5’7.

-watches attack on Titan, his favorite character is Miche and Armin. Besides that, he doesn’t watch much anime.

-his room is covered in posters.

-Slendermans favorite, second to Dr Smiley.

-he loves 80’s music. The puppeteer does too, they listen together sometimes on missions.

-in love with Diet Pepsi and cool ranch Doritos.

-knows how to knit (don’t ask.) (he got high with Ben one time)

-come to think of it, everyone has went borderline insane smoking with Ben before. Hoodie has a picture book filled with their embarrassing high moments.

-hoodies room has a lot of spare notebooks and picture books. Don’t know why. All of them are individually organized. If you looked through them you’d go insane tho.

-worst handwriting in the entire mansion.

Laughing Jack

-he has a grudge against all cheeses. Like he fucking HATES cheese. Especially blue cheese.

-worst diet of the pastas. He eats like a 6 year old mixed with the Elf. Everything to him has to be sweet, if not then it has to be crunchy. Like chicken tenders, he can eat those, but that’s about it.

-secret genius because everyone thinks he’s stupid (when he’s really the instigator) the only person who’s caught onto this is Ben, but no one believes Ben.

-constantly humming.

-he hates TV and phones but likes music. Though if you put on bubble guppies or some shit, his brain would probably shut down.

-he’s constantly eating the floor, this mf is so clumsy.

-Jack riots a lot and starts plenty of petitions. Like when slender tried implementing a dinner time schedule, he petitioned for it to be gone because he didn’t want pasta. That one chipped at Slender’s nonexistent heart.

-he’s rebellious in nature and very horny. He’s constantly doing the most, very over the top whenever he likes someone.

-he hates Japanese horror films

Jason the toymaker

-he doesn’t turn his assignments into doll’s because they don’t deserve a second chance at life. Jason is one of the only pastas that kill normal people. The normal people are tortured and turned into dolls, his assignments are tortured and left to rot.

-Jason has an eye for fashion and has sewn a bunch of dresses for Sally. He also has a very high pitched giggle.

-tbh Jason listens to Kesha 100% it just scratches the spot

-he’s almost a horder. More than once did Slender have to expand Jason’s toy shop.

-hates all animals, there is not a single animal that he likes. (Though somehow, smiledog really likes him.) (Jason hates him but doesn’t harm him)

-he’s honestly such a priss, like fr. He’s always gossiping os judging. It’s funny though.

-he doesn’t really like much of the pastas. He likes Ben and sometimes LJ is cool, but aside from that he just doesn’t care about the rest much.

-he absolutely fucks up thin mints and raisin cookies. His fave food is probably a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese tho tbh

Homicidal Liu

-Liu doesn’t really remember Jeff, but Sully does.

- Liu’s other systems are named Ajax and Diane, both of which are female.

-he really likes keeping up on YouTube drama and actively prays on downfalls.

-Liu’s best friend is definitely Toby or Zero. Aside from that he’s really closed off, he admires Slender too.

-Dissociative Identity Disorder.

-he definitely almost got on Zalgo’s side, but something (he doesn’t know what) pulled him to Slender more.

-least picky out of the creeps. He can stomach basically everything.

-he was one of those kids that had chronic ear infections, Liu constantly would have cotton balls in his ears Bc of this 😭

-Liu gets sick really easily, his immune system is NOT happy. Prob because he really likes spicy food but still.

-definitely 100% the best cook out of the pastas (with Ben being the best baker)

-Slendermans third favorite after Dr Smiley and hoodie.

-he’s honestly so homesick, but he doesn’t remember what for. Feels a strange connection to Jeff, but also almost hates him? He’s conflicted.

-serious victim of medical malpractice and medical abuse, he absolutely hates hospitals and anything to do with them.

Eyeless Jack

-used to write music in college before he turned. Also actually really sad about how his life ended.

-he’s good friends with Ben and Masky and surprisingly talkative. I felt like he almost whispers though.

-I also like to think that Jack is very musically inclined and the reason he went to medical school was so he could make bank in the future. His parents definitely didn’t want Jack to be a musician.

-so he can definitely play electric guitar and some piano (he tries and learns everyday)

-really bad at sports and awful sense of direction. He’s always lost. Ben usually has to fetch him once he goes out for missions.

-though I don’t think Jack being lost is all his fault, the path to the mansion changes every three hours and Jack leaves often for kidneys.

-he sees sally as a little sister and does a lot to make her happy.

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princessofmarvel · 1 year

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Love Story

summary | renfield falls for the vampire hunter sent to kill his boss

pairing | robert montague renfield x van helsing!fem!reader!

wc | 1.5k

genre | fluff!

warnings! | this is not really proof read yet, but other than that, nothing that i can think of, lol

requested? | yes! i combined two requests the best that i could since they were for the same character and song! i hope that you all enjoy it! and, if you have requested something, i promise that i am getting to them!

authors note | i loved these ideas! keep sending them in for the swift series! And as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!

You had just landed in New Orleans. Your family is sending you to take out the most notorious vampire known to man, Dracula. Being a Van Helsing, you had trained your whole life for this very moment. You beat out everyone in your family for this opportunity.

Your family had found out where his location was, and sent you immediately. You made your way through the parking lot before being stopped by a voice.

“Miss? May I help you?” Said the voice. You spun around fast to find a young man with brown hair. He seemed to be around your age. You thought that he may be one of two things. He was either lost or another vampire that you would have to kill.

“I’m fine, thanks” You said as you continued forward. You were almost to the door before he jumped in front of you.

“Miss, I don’t think you should go in there.”

“Sir, I have a job to do, If you would please move.”

“As do I, and I truly can not let you though.”

“Then you will have to make me.” You said as you straightened your back to him, and placed your hand on your stake.

“Miss, I can assure you that you would rather not.” He said. The moment he looked away, you took your chance and in one punch knocked him out.

You felt something was up once you got a better look at him. Yes he could pass as a vampire, but with his mouth slightly open, you could tell there were no fangs. You decided to take him back to your hotel room and get some answers.

Renfield wakes up, dizzy at first and then he notices the woman holding a crossbow of stakes at his head “Woah! Woah! Miss, I’m not one of them! I swear!”

“Then who the hell are you?” You ask, not lowering your weapon

“I’m Robert Montague Renfield” He answers. “Please lower your weapon.” “Renfield? The Renfield? That's not possible, you should be over 100 by now.” You said while lowering your weapon some.

“I promise I’m not lying, why else would I have been there?” He says. You stare at him for a moment. He seems like he is telling the truth. “I’ll prove it, feed me a bug and my eyes will turn yellow.”

“If I feed you one of these and you attack me, I can guarantee that you will be dead within a second. You hear me?” He nods, and you pick up his tin, and feed him one. You watch as his eyes do change to yellow, and he breaks his ropes.

“See?” He says as he rubs his wrist.

“Why am I not dead?” You ask as you head to the fridge, leaving him confused.

“I beg your pardon?” He asks, following you, confused.

“You kill anyone that comes for Dracula, so why am I still alive.” You watch as he frowns, as you sip your soda.

“Please, do not remind me, I hate myself for it.” This shocks you as you stare at him.

“What do you mean, don’t you do it on your own free will?” You ask, sitting down at your table.

“Of course not.” He says while he sits across from you.

“You mean to tell me that you don’t do this because you want to protect Dracula? You say, offering him a soda as you do.

“I don’t….not anymore at least, if I could get out, I would, he just won’t let me go.” He says while looking down.

“Wait, you are bound to him?” You ask. You had always heard the stories of Renfield tearing over vampire hunters to shreds, it just does not make sense to you.

“Yes, I am. I do want to be but he will not let me leave.”

“Alright, I will help you, as long as you help me.” You say as you stand from the table.

“Wait- What do you mean, you will help me?” He asks while standing too.

“I need to kill your boss. Help me do so, and we both will get what we want.”

“You would do that for me?” He asked, his eyes full of hope, while making your heart swell.

“It would be cruel of me not to.” You say as you smile.

Over the next few weeks, you and Renfield meet up every day while trying to come up with plans on how to get rid of Dracula.

You walk into your hotel room the next day waiting for Renfield, only to find Dracula sitting at my table.

“So this is the woman that plagues Renfields mind?” He says as you put your crossbow of stakes down onto the counter. “Allow me to introduce myself” “I already know who you are.” You say as you say while staying far enough away so you could attack if needed.

“Then introduce yourself to me, I would love to put a name with the face that he always thinks about” He said, like he was not asking.

“My name is (Y/n) Van Helsing” You said with a smirk. You knew he would know the name.

“Ugh, are they still making those?” He said while standing, “Why have you Van Helsings never stopped, Do you know how many of your kind I have killed?”

“Why are you here?” You asked while taking a slight step closer to him. “Are you gonna kill me?”

“I should, and perhaps I will.” He said, and in a flash he grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall. “Maybe I will take pity on you? Kill you quicker than your ancestors”

He is taken aback by the laughter that comes from you next. “Why are you laughing? Is this some kind of joke to you? Losing your life?”

“You won’t, can’t kill me.” You say in a laugh

“And why is that?” He asked, getting closer to intimidate you.

“You know why, If you kill me, Renfield will find out, and blame you, and then you will never be able to control him again.” You say as you jerk his hand off of your throat.

“Stay away from Renfield, are we clear?” He said while making his way for the door, he left before he could hear your answer.

When Renfield came by later that day to see the marks on your neck from his hand, he was done, and he was ready to get rid of Dracula as fast as he could.

It was a month later when Renfield and you finally had killed Dracula, you were in your hotel packing up to go home when there was a knock at your door, when you opened the door, you found Renfield standing in front of you.

“I just wanted to see you one last time before you left, Miss Van Helsing” He said with a sad smile on his face.

“How many more times do I have to tell you to just call me (Y/n)” You said while inviting him in.

“Would you like some help?” He asked while taking a look around the place, noticing that it had become plain again.

“No thank you, You know I was just starting to get comfortable here in New Orleans.” You say with a sigh.

Renfield grabs her hand while she is packing “Please don’t go” he says in a small voice.

“Renfield I-” You look up and his eyes are already looking into yours.

He leans in and kisses you while he places a hand on your face gently. The kiss is gentle, and nervous, but full of need. When Renfield pulls away he immediately starts apologizing. “I am so sorry-” But before he could finish you pulled him back in, taking the air out of his lungs.

“You really want me to stay?” you say as you two pull away from each other.

“Yes,” He says out of breath.

“I will have to think about it” You say to him. Knowing that with your job, you will have to talk to your family about this first.

Renfield was starting to lose hope that you would return. It had been months since he heard from you last. A knock at his door took him out of his misery, especially when he opened the door to see one special vampire hunter standing there.

“Surprise” you say while pulling him in for a hug. You had to make some arrangements before you came back, but once you did, your family set you up with your own house in New Orleans for you to move into.

Renfield hugged you as tight as he could. “I am so happy you came back.” He mumbled into your neck.

“Well, I came back because I wanted to go out with a certain ex-slave of Draculas, any idea on who that could be?” You said with a smirk, teasing him.

“I have no idea, Will you tell me more about him?” He said as he pulled away to look at you.

“I will over dinner, how does that sound?” You say while looking up into his eyes while smiling.

“That sounds absolutely wonderful.” He says while pulling you into his apartment, and shuts the door

#renfield #renfield imagine #renfield fanfic #renfield x reader #renfield fluff #robert montague renfield #r.m. renfield #renfield fic #renfield movie #nicholas hoult #nicholas cage #ben shwartz #awkwafina

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gryfflepuffinthetardis · 5 months

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Sweet Jane Part One — Campbell Bain x Reader

Summary: Y/n was admitted to Saint Jude's hospital in Glasglow soon after her eighteenth birthday when she developed a case of psychogenic/traumatic mutism; there she meets a talkative, optimistic, idealistic, hyperactive nineteen-year-old boy with Manic depression who dreams of becoming a DJ, follow them through their story and learn what happened to Y/n.

Series Warnings: Past Toxic Relationship, Manipulative Ex, Mentions of Past Rape, Mental Health, Discrimination against the Mentally Ill/Neroudivergent, Traumatized Reader, Abusive Parents, Mentions of deceased family members, Stalking, Suicide, Reader doesn't handle men touching her well, Mentions of Sex, Bad Caretakers, Implied Non-Scottish Reader, Implied Short Reader, Campbell Bain's Dad is Terrible

Chapter Warnings: Reader refuses to speak; Loving Campbell Bain, Traumatized Reader, Selectively Mute Reader, PTSD Reader, Psychogenic Mute Reader, Traumatic Mute Reader, Manic Depressant Campbell Bain, Bipolar Campbell Bain, Schizophrenic Furgus, OCD Rosalie, Reader Developed Selective Mutism as a Coping Mechanism, Reader may have an intense type of anxiety caused by trauma, Reader is implied to not be Scottish or at least from Scotland (I am American but just add where you're from), Reader is implied to be shorter than the six-foot Campbell Bain

“You are a mystery to me, yet so familiar. Like a song I’ve never heard before, and a tune I’ve known my entire life.”

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Y/N hadn't spoken a word since she was eighteen and long before that something had changed. Her parents finally decided enough was enough and sent her to Saint Jude's hospital in Glasgow.

Campbell had literally crashed into the new girl during his excitement at hearing that the Saint Jude's radio station would be reopened.

The girl screamed as he collided with her and she started screaming and kicking due to his body weight on her.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." He said, hurriedly, getting off of her and holding a hand out to help her up but she just stared at him, terrified, "I'm sorry. Uh..." He realized he didn't recognize her, as far as he knew he was the youngest patient at Saint Jude's and this girl was around his age. This was exciting! "Are you new? I'm Campbell Bain, I'll be the bane of your life until one of us is discharged." He chortled at his own joke before he realized she was still of the floor, "Oh, let me help you up." He crouched down and took her hand, helped her up.

She stared at him with a confused look on her face but she didn't pull her hand away yet more out of shock than anything. Campbell offered her a smile before she ripped her hand out of his grip and ran off, leaving Campbell very confused.

He asked the nurses about the girl but none would give him proper answers, until he got to Stuart the orderlie, who should've been a patient instead but... you know, life.

"She's a looney." He said, blankly.

"Ai, yes. Yes. Yes. I know that much but what's her name? What's her deal?" Campbell prodded.

"Y/N." Was all he said.

A few days later, Eddie McKenna arrived to be the DJ for Saint Jude's, with assumption that he'd be able to tell the difference between the staff and the patients.

He had an interaction with Stuart and assumed he was a patient but found out that he was a nursing assistant. Well, that couldn't be good.

Then he met Campbell, who seemed perfectly friendly and nice before realizing he was a patient himself.

Campbell and Y/N were on better terms, now that she had stopped bolting on the other direction when he tried to talk to her. And they listened to Eddie's show as Y/N read Narnia.

Soon after the show, Eddie heard Campbell playing and singing, Summertime Blues on his guitar which was only slightly out of tune, which Eddie had played on his show. He saw Y/N correcting Campbell's finger placement on the guitar as he whined that it hurt his hand.

Campbell enthusiastically praised Eddie and explained on his poor timing and the patient’s dependence of television.

Y/N caught sight of something moving outside the window and she threw a guitar pick at Campbell, making him pout in her direction before seeing her pointing and they ran to window as he said, “Hang on, you’re not boring me or that, but I’ve just seen a friend of mine flying past the window.”

Y/N and Campbell leaned out the window to see the hospital’s Schizophrenic who despite the schtick his disorder stereotyped him as he was just the most gentle soul you’d ever meet, if a little eccentric, grappling down the side of the building.

“Fergus! What’re you doing!?” Campbell shouted after him as Eddie joined them, “you’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“Shall I get a nurse?” Eddie asked and Y/N shook her head.

“Fergus! You’re gonna miss your cocoa, you know!”

“I know.” Fergus told him.

“Can Y/N and I have it, then?” He asked.

“Help yourselves.” He told them.

“He’s escaping.” Eddie said, surprised how calm both of them were being so calm about this

“He’ll be knocking on the door in an hour or so. He always does.” Campbell reassured Eddie, “annoys the hell out of the staff but makes this one smile.” He nodded at Y/N as she sat on Campbell’s bed with his guitar, the look of fascination in Campbell's eyes was not lost on Eddie.

Campbell returned to his enthusiastic and impulsive idea-planning, the first being to bring up a story when a student nurse accidently gave everyone in the ward a laxative, making Eddie and Y/N look at him oddly and the only problem he saw with it was where he’d get that many laxatives.

“What about a request show?” He asked Eddie.

“I already thought of that. I haven’t enough records.” Eddie shot down that idea… well, he’s never disagreed with Campbell Bain before.

“So?”

“So? When folk request something, they usually like to be able to play it.”

“We just make them keep requesting until they hit something we actually have.” Campbell said, “‘if you can guess a record that we actually have in our library, then we will play it for you with a special dedication’.” He did a playful punch in the air, “who could resist?”

“It’ll never work.”

Y/N who had been playing with Campbell’s guitar, then played a jingly tune.

“You’re right, Y/N!” He declared, enthusiastically with an enthusiastic pointed finger at her and then he ran his hand through his light auburn-brown floppy hair, “We’ll need some jingles.” Y/N looked up when Campbell sang a jingle, “Hospital radio, Saint Juuuuude’s.” He smiled at Eddie, “that sort of thing.”

“You need singers to record jingles.”

Campbell picked up his guitar from Y/N and sat next to her, “and what exactly is sitting here before you?”

“A lunatic!” Eddie declared, making Y/N softly giggle.

“Aye, a singing lunatic!” Campbell agreed, enthusiastically. “We could record them in the station, aye?”

“Aye…” Eddie submitted.

“Brilliant!” Campbell exclaimed, going back to Eddie, “Now give me the key.” He held out his hand.

“What key?” Eddie asked.

“To the station.” Campbell said and ran to the door, looking out, “look, I’ve gotta start. Writing the jingles, rehearsing the singers, cataloging the albums.”

Eddie looked at Y/N as she looked back down and realized he hadn’t gotten her name, having been distracted Campbell’s… Campbell-ness and Fergus escaping. “Uh, ma’am… what’s your name again?” Eddie asked, making Y/N look up from a piece of paper she was now writing on, she gave him with a blank deadpan look at being called “ma’am”. She was only eighteen.

“That’s Y/N.” Campbell said.

“What’s your favorite album?” Nothing. She just looked at him, “can you sing?” She blinked twice and he turned back to Campbell, “what’s wrong with her?”

“Oh, she doesn’t speak. She hasn’t said a word since she got here.” Campbell said, “and there’s nothing wrong with her, she’s just looney like me!”

Eddie walked closer to him and asked as gently as he could, “Campbell, how exactly are you here?”

Campbell paused in which he faltered, knowing how his own father felt about his disorder before smiling, “Can you not guess? I’m manic.” Y/N looked up and smiled at him, making his eyes dart to her and a more genuine smile appeared on his lips before he reassured Eddie, “but don’t worry. The drugs I take make me completely stable. Except for headaches, of course.” He blinked in pain as he focused back on the painful headaches and he squeezed his eyes shut before blindly grabbing onto Eddie’s shirt who could sense a scene coming up as could Y/N who looked up to be amused by Campbell, “I get these headaches. I just comes over me and I cannae…” He flopped on his bed, next to Y/N and shouted out in pain, “ah, the bells! The bells!”

Y/N reached over and went to place her hand on Campbell’s back before stopping, hesitating to do so, not sure if they were close enough or if she wanted to admit that they were close enough and then suddenly Campbell’s mood shifted back to near manic and he shot himself up to look at Eddie, making Y/N pull her hand away, blinking briefly in surprise, “And I want my own show, by the way.”

“What?” Eddie asked.

“Well, after all this work, I think it’s only fair, don’t you?” He questioned.

“Campbell, I cannae just give you your own show.” Eddie protested, “you need training on the equipment.”

“So? Train me!” Campbell pleaded, eagerly. “I’ll take Friday nights.”

“Will that not clash with Brookside?” Eddie questioned.

Y/N looked at the window where they had gone to to shout after Fergus.

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The next day, Campbell and Eddie were in the common room with Eddie standing shyly while Campbell did the opposite and shouted through a party megaphone while Y/N sat with Fergus, writing down something for him to read. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have an important announcement to make!” He spotted Fergus and Y/N and narrowed his eyes, “Fergus, stop flirting with Y/N.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and went to the couch rather bored now and put her headphones on.

Campbell and Eddie had announced the request show, while admitting that they had limited records. Eddie went to talk to Nana while Campbell stared at Y/N, feeling nervous to approach her since he worried she hated him with how scared she got when he interacted with her.

Then Fergus clapped him on the back, making him stumble and look at him, unamused before approaching the silent H/C-haired girl.

"Hey, Y/N," Campbell said, kindly, walking up to the silent girl but she didn't seem to hear him as she was listening to her Walkman. He tapped her shoulder, making her jump and stare at him with wide eyes just as she had when they first met. He gestured to her headphones, silently asking if he could take them off and she slowly nodded and he gently slid them off and could vaguely hear Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover by Sophie B. Hawkins.

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"Hey, we're doing a request show. You have any requests?"

She looked at him for a good while before getting up and leaving. Campbell frowned and his spirits were diminished before leaning forward and face planting his face into the couch cushion, groaning.

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Campbell showed Eddie the radio station now cleaned and useable thanks to him, Y/N, and Rosalie and as he left Eddie questioned Campbell about Nana and Campbell answered in his own hyperactive way before Eddie questioned him about his obvious crush on Y/N.

“The silent girl, uh… M/Y/N.” (Mispronunciation of Your Name)

“Y/N.” Campbell corrected, automatically in a slightly defensive tone.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

Campbell’s cheeks burned as they reddened and his heartrate quickened, “No. No. No. She’s new actually. Been here about a week. She… she’s a mystery.” He gave out a dreamy smile, “One I’d like to solve but…” He shrugged like, what can you do? —

Campbell was snoring when he was awoken by a friendly smack in the head. He woke up, groaning with confusion before turning on his light, illuminating Y/N who smile sweetly at him as she held something behind her back.

"Jesus, Y/N." He groaned, "what you do that for?" She just looked at him and he nodded, remembering who je was talking to, "right. Uh, what is it?"

Y/N brought a custom record sleeve out from behind her back and he slowly began to realize what she was trying tell him.

"Oh, you want me to play one of these songs during the show tomorrow, er… today?" He asked.

She nodded and sat on the edge of his bed, making him kick around spazzily and awkwardly before sitting up, trying to make room for her as his heart pounded and he looked down at her, feeling her body heat up against his but forced himself not to think about that as it was a bit of a creepy thought to have at two in the morning as she showed him the songs on the back of the vinyl which was also handmade, she pointed at the first song: a cover of The Velvet Underground's Sweet Jane by Cowboy Junkies.

"Is that your favorite song?" He asked and she nodded. "Wait, these are all from different bands, how'd you get this?"

She pointed to herself, "you made it?" He gathered, "Who made the record?" She pointed to herself again and he just smiled at her impressed and enamored by her. "You are one mystery, Y/N L/N. You may be my favorite mystery.”

She smiled, telling him that she liked the idea of being a mystery to him and kissed his cheek, near the corner of his lip, nearly making him melt with a loud dreamy sigh before running off. He looked after he with a starstruck look of awe on his face before flopping back on his pillow, groaning.

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The next day, Y/N shared a smile with Fergus before listening in on the radio to the show, standing and watching Campbell through the window.

“Good evening! This is Ready Eddie.” Eddie introduced, “and on my left is my right-hand man…”

“Campbell Bain.” Campbell introduced, not seeing Y/N watching him and the smile on her lips.

“And you’re listening to the first ever Ready Eddie Radio Request Road Show.” He gave Campbell a thumbs up and the nineteen-year-old pushed a button, making a jingle play.

“Ready Eddie’s road show. Ready, Eddie, go.”

“That’s right. This is the premiere. This is the first. And you can tell everyone that you were there. You heard it! You saw it!” Campbell said, enthusiastically before joking, “And they’ll tell you, it’s all part of your illness.”

Y/N giggled at his antics before realizing this and she zipped her leather jacket up over her shirt with the sarcastic quote on it.

“We’re playing requests from Ward Eleven this evening. This one is for Francine. I hope you’re listening, Francine.”

Campbell then teased, “I hope anyone’s listening.” He then saw Y/N watching him and let out an audible smile that melted his insides.

“Is anybody listening?” Eddie asked, “Is anybody out there?”

Then Help! By the Beatles started to play and soon the patients came out and Campbell ran out of the station to dance with some patients before more came out, including Fergus. He gave Y/N a smile and thumbs up as he flashed the part of the television he had removed.

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Campbell ran back to Eddie and pulled his earphone off so he could talk to him, “the television’s broken, Eddie! There is a God!”

Eddie nodded in the direction of Y/N and Campbell’s face lit up and he ran to Y/N and taking her hands, trying to ease her into dancing. She shook her head before starting to shuffle awkwardly to the music before Campbell took her hands and pulled her against him so she danced with him to the beat of the music. She then giggled up against him and he smiled, triumphally.

He was about to comment on how beautiful her laugh when there was a BANG! And the music stopped, making them all exclaim in disappointment before Campbell and Y/N ran back to the station to see what was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“The mixing desk.” Eddie said, trying to fix it with his limited knowledge.

“Do something!” Campbell exclaimed.

“What can I do? I can’t even turn on the bathroom light without shocking myself.” Eddie remarked.

“Well, check the plug. Maybe it’s the fuse.” Campbell suggested as Y/N looked up at Fergus and gestured for him to come.

“It’s not the fuse.” Eddie sighed.

Campbell ran his hand through his floppy hair, “I cannae believe this. I’ve just had the world’s shortest career as a disk jockey.”

Fergus took out a screwdriver and headed inside to help and started to unscrew the screws of the mixing desk.

“Fergus, what are you doing?” Campbell asked.

“I’ll just have a look.” Fergus reassure him.

“No, don’t!” Eddie shouted, “don’t have a look there.”

Y/N helped Fergus lift the plate of the mixing desk as Eddie continued to try and stop Fergus and Y/N, “Fergus, Y/N, I’m asking you. Please, leave it alone”

“He’s gonna blow it up.” A patient said.

“He’s not!” Campbell protested.

“I think I know what the problem is.” Fergus told Eddie.

“He’s blowing it up.” Another patient said and the others started to chant Fergus’ name.

“Fergus, don’t, okay!? Just leave it alone. It’s all we’ve got.” Eddie pleaded and Y/N smacked Eddie’s shoulder when Stuart literally pushed her out of the way, making her squeak and stumble before Campbell caught her and glared at Stuart.

“Oi, watch where you’re going!” He shouted.

Stuart aggressively grabbed Fergus holding him in a near chokehold and Y/N tried to go forth to help but Campbell held her back, knowing she’d just be pushed away again, if not sedated.

“He’s not causing trouble, is he?” He asked Eddie and Y/N shook her head, frantically at Eddie.

“No, he’s just helping me, get the mixing desk going again.” Eddie muttered.

“Him? He couldn’t get his brain going again.” Stuart spat and Y/N scoffed, implying that she felt that better described Stuart than Fergus.

“Leave it, Stuart.” Isabella, the more kind nurse said, “it’s all over.”

Stuart let Fergus go and sulked out of the room, clearly upset that he didn’t get to hurt someone as Y/N gave him the middle finger.

Fergus closed the plate of the mixing desk and Y/N flipped the switch, making the light come back on.

“You two are geniuses.” Campbell gasped.

Y/N shook her head and pointed at Fergus like, no, he’s the genius.

“YOU’RE GENIUSES!” Campbell shouted and he slammed the door shut and got back to the microphone, “Sorry about the technical problems, folks. We’re now back on the air and we hope to keep it that way. Our next request is for Y/N and dedicated to her by me.” He chortled as he looked at her and clicked his tongue as he winked.

The cover of Sweet Jane played, making Y/N smile as Eddie looked at Fergus, giving him an apologetic and thankful smile as Fergus perpetually scowled before his lips curved into a gentle smile.

Later, Y/N helped Campbell clean up the hallways before they bumped into each other.

“Uh… so how did you know how to help Fergus?” He asked.

She took out her wad of paper and wrote: Learned. Taught.

He nodded, taking what he could get, “I always knew you were smart.” He said, honestly and he hesitated before leaning towards her to kiss her cheek like she had done the night, she shifted, conflicted as she could see the pure gentless in Campbell's personality, in his actions, in his eyes, and she could feel it in his cheek kiss. He had hesitated, not wanting to overstep boundaries and he was still nervous about his decision but before she could react Eddie ran out of the room, making them break apart and move out of the way before he rammed into them.

*This is a series from my Wattpad, so I'm moving in to Tumblr and Archive of my Own. There is an entire subplot later on of stalking and the cause of the reader's muteness or mutism (which ever is the correct term). Am I the only one who feels like Campbell Bain might also have ADHD or is it just because of his Bipolar/Manic Depression. I'm usually good at this but I'm having a hard time differentiating the two or maybe it's just David Tennant.

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I thought I was done, but it pulled me back. See what you’ve done to me, Matt Braly?? Alright, one more visit to this timeline, and the rest of the story is up to your imagination.

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 -

Footnotes: Can’t believe I put this much extra work into this. Accursed inspiration!

There are Easter eggs all over. Did you catch the reference about Marcy solving world hunger? How about Sasha’s Arnold pose? This was hard, but I did have fun.

Speaking of inspiration…. I’d like to mention my slightly serious motivation for making this AU. Amphibia's finale broke my heart in different ways. In particular, it still haunts me that, by all indications, Anne died. Which, by itself, I can accept. I appreciate heroic tragedy. But beyond that... what breaks me is the idea that she went unmourned. That someone else took over her story, and none of her friends and family even care that the girl they knew and loved passed on. They think Anne just came back. Her sacrifice went unnoticed, and we’re given a new Anne to love.

Like Domino, she was irreplaceable. But they got a replacement.

I mean, I have OCD. I don’t let stuff like this go. It's exactly the sort of thing that keeps coming back to me! I mean it when I say I'm haunted! It's Anne's ghost on my shoulder!

That's part of what inspired me to make Dominos. I wanted a story in which Anne lived. Her sacrifice was still a sacrifice, it really cost her something, but it's still her. The same Anne who went through all her adventures and made all those friends.

Make no mistake, I’d never claim that this is a “better” ending than what Matt gave us. That’s silly. It’s his story, and his muse, and I honor and thank him for it. And maybe it was his intention that Anne really just migrated into a second life! But there’s a lot of doubt.

So this was my therapy. My way of saying Anne really did unambiguously survive somewhere, at least in my little AU. Just making it clear, I mean no disrespect to Matt, or Amphibia, or to anyone who worked on it! This is made in tribute, not protest. For love of the Calamity Trio!

That said, I’m so glad this became popular, at least a little. If you enjoy my work, I encourage you to check out my Patreon campaign! It becomes much easier to create when I have support. In any case, thanks for reading, and I hope you have a great 2023!

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#amphibia #amphibia au #amphibiaau #marcy wu #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #calamity trio #my art 2022 #fan fiction #dominos #the hardest thing #matt braly

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mellyoraa · 12 days

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hello tumblr, i'm back 👋 the stress of my master's thesis sent me into a mental breakdown/ocd flare up, but now 2 months and 2 psych ward hospitalisations later i think i'm hopefully getting slightly better, so i'll probably start posting here again 💛

#idk if anyone even noticed that i was gone but if you did well now you know #I've missed my moots 🌸

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 year

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Hi bestie I have a request for some non 🦶related content 👀👀👀

I have adult acne (I’m 25, send help lmfao) prescriptions didn’t work and I honestly just gave up. It’s gotten better but it used to be HORRIBLE and my ocd made me pick everything so I’m still v scared on my face from it, and still look like a teenager’s skin, red and terrible painful zits a lot.

I was wondering if I could have some thoughts/Drabble/fic with my bf Marcy Marc with a reader with adult acne 🥺🥺🥺

I don’t generally feel insecure (I have a god complex tbh) but sometimes I feel really shitty, especially after people are rude

Romana, I'm so sorry this took so long! Thank you so much for this request - I went a bit heavy on the ocd and skin picking (I know we've talked about how we both suffer from it before, but I just wanted to put an extra warning just in case you're not having a good day with it.❤️)

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Marc Spector X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: reader suffering from ocd and skin picking, there is some self doubt and heavy thoughts about the urge to pick skin (these are based on how I experience the condition. Please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 483

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“Baby, are you okay in there?” Marc’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

You could see this shadow under the bathroom door, moving ever so slightly as he shifted his weight from side to side.

You swallowed and looked back to your reflection in the mirror.

It was like Marc had a sixth sense about these things, it was like he knew what you were about to do.

Anxiety twisted your stomach. The urge was there, the need to pick at your skin, your face, at all those imperfections and impurities. The unevenness. It just had to be corrected, fixed, smoothed out.

With a deep breath you forced yourself to look down at the sink and away from your face.

“Can you come in please?” You whispered, but he heard you.

Marc carefully opened the door. You knew he was looking at you, could sense the weight of his gaze even as you continued to stare at the sink, your jaw tense.

“Baby,” he breathed out softly, his tone was so gentle, so caring. You didn’t deserve that. You never deserved that.

Your eyes began to well with tears, frustration itching along your veins. You needed to pick, you needed to get the poison out.

“Hey, hey, come here,” Marc slowly pulled you into his arms, giving you plenty of time to move away if you needed to.

You sank into the embrace, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back.

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Marc-” your voice cracked, hot tears flowing no matter how much you tried to stop them.

“So proud baby for asking for me to come in.” He kissed the side of your face once, twice, and then stepped back so he could gently kiss your cheeks, cupping your face with his hands. “So beautiful.”

You screwed up your face, but couldn’t help the weak smile that spread across your face.

Even if you didn’t believe that you were beautiful, you knew he meant what he said

He smiled at you, eyes soft and warm. “Come on,” he quickly opened the bathroom cupboard and grabbed something before he took your hand and led you to bed. Coaxing you into laying down with your head in his lap.

“Comfy?”

You nodded, looking up at him.

“Good.” He held up your benzoyl peroxide acne face cream that he had taken from the bathroom cupboard.

“You don’t have to,” you began, tears welling up again, but Marc should his head.

“I want to, okay?” He bent down and kissed your forehead before he opened the cream and squeezed a small amount onto his fingers before he began to massage it into your skin, paying particular attention to be gentle to the sore areas.

You watched him as he worked, the small line of concentration that formed on his forehead. You didn’t know what you’d do without him.

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Boyfriend HC

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: how dating Billy would feel

Warnings: implied smut, cursing, violence, abusive relationships, toxic billy

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Billy only does PDA when he’s jealous, if he catches anyone looking at you the wrong way his arm is thrown around your shoulder as he brushes back your hair and leaves hot wet kisses all over your neck

He’s tough on the outside, always brushing you off and ignoring you but when you two are alone in his bed with the only light being the moon shining through the curtains he’s a softy

Billy loves picking you up late at night, he’ll knock on your door waking up your whole family but when you step out onto the porch in mismatch pajamas he’ll grab your hand and throw you in his car. The two of you will drive around for hours listening to the mixtape you made him for his birthday

Billy would rather die (I’m sorry) than admit that he loves romantic movies. For movie nights he’ll send you on your way down to family video to grab Sixteen Candles because if anyone and I mean anyone saw him buying that he would hunt them down and rip their eyeballs out

Billy is a genuinely smart kid, you’ve caught him on multiple occasions sitting at the table helping max with her homework, muttering angry but helpful tips. He’ll but the tip of his pencil as he waits for her to understand the question, man’s has no patience.

If you don’t like him smoking he’ll try not to around you, but sometimes he’ll get agitated while the two of you are hanging out and will kindly excuse himself to have a smoke before dousing himself in cologne and washing his mouth out with mouthwash

He’s quite clean, his clothes are neatly put away and up off the floor. Sometimes you think he’s OCD with the fact that he likes to keeps his thinks clean and neat but it’s really due to the fact that his dad likes to keep things clean and neat, it feels like he’s a drill sergeant making sure that nothing is out of place

He tries to do romantic gestures like climbing in through your window but he fell off the windowsill, sprained his wrist and woke your whole family up. He hasn’t tried since

He’s cold when around his friends, if you rub up against him he’ll shove you away, he knows it makes you feel like shit but he will go above in beyond to make you feel better. He’ll pepper you in kisses, and bring you flowers. Though you feel he’s embarrassed of you, he’s sure to let you know later on that you’re an Angel on earth

Everything you’ve ever given him is put in little boxes in his closet. He keeps everything, from little notes to cassettes he’s treasures everything

Billy owns one pair of boots that you’ve been trying to throw out/replace since you met him. They’re caked in mud and the laces are basically falling apart. You offered to get him some new ones but he claims that they’re “not the same” you even tried to buy him some converse, just some relaxing shoes but billy says “relaxing is for pussies, i like my boots. Leave me alone”

He likes watching you sleep, he likes the way your lashes flutter and lips slightly part. He’ll sit and watch you when he’s woken up from nightmares but you still lay, unharmed and peaceful. He likes to brush your hair to the side and run his fingers over your soft skin, sometimes he just wakes up to make sure you’re still there

He’s a switch, he loves to dominate you, throw you onto the bed or in the backseat of his car but other times he likes to do whatever you want, he likes for you to treat him with care but also tug on his hair and bite his lips

He gets into fights with his dad a lot, and after those fights he’ll call you up and beg to come over. Billy will drive to your house and the two of you always end up with him sitting in the toilet lid, you between his legs with alcohol wipes and a bag of frozen vegetables. He sits there quietly as you wipe away the blood from his face, leave kisses behind, he’ll hold your hips tightly, arms wrapped around your waist and once you’re done with the the wiping of blood his face is pressed against your chest with hot tears soaking your shirt

His car is his baby, you’re the second most important thing in his life and you’ve accepted that. No one drives his car besides him, if you throw your foot up on the dashboard you better have comfy shoes on because you’re ass is walking. If he is hurt, bleeding out or dying you’re still in the passenger seat. No food or drink allowed in the ride, you can bring a water bottle if he’s in a good mood

Billy has bipolar moments from you two screaming at each other to him crying to you about how sorry he is about everything and how much he loves you. He’s quite tiring in all but you love him

He starts fights all of the time, you ran your fingers through his hair and messed it up, he’s off the rails. Did you call him ‘baby’ in-front or his friends? You bet that he’s yelling at you in the car on the way home, closed the car door to loud? Screaming match

He has never physically struck you but he has manhandled you during arguments. Like if you try and walk away billy will grab you and hold you in place, he has pushed you into things a few times but he has never raised his hand to you in a malicious way ever. Though his manhandling has left many bruises across your body

He drives really fast when he’s in a bender, he’ll speed down the side roads as you yell at him to slow down, he goes on these benders after especially bad fights with his dad. He’ll come over looking for his usual wipe down and kisses and then he’ll spend the next two days or so of him speeding, drinking, smoking and starting arguments over even stupider things like things you can’t even control

He still finds time to be stupid, when you’re sad he’ll pop in some music and sing to you, like really cheesy singing, billy will do air guitar and air drums while spinning around the room just waiting for a laugh

He wants the American Dream, he wants two dogs and lots of kids in a nice neighborhood out of shit hole Hawkins with the white picket fence and nice neighbors. He wants to be the all American dad of baseball practice and ballet recitals, he wants the teen years of slamming doors and screaming, he wants the baby years of sleepless nights and wanting to bash his head in with a brick.

Billy is toxic but he’s hot

#stranger things #billy hargove x reader #headcanon #billy hargrove #billy hargrove headcanon

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sweet-lover-girl · 1 year

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Feeling Sick

This is just about how the reader is having a rough time with her anxiety and has a tummy ache.

Reader also has OCD and is slightly autistic.

PLEASE DO NOT READ if it may cause you to panic, this does involve reader having a small panic attack and it talks about having OCD. This is okay, I saw it in my drafts and decided to post it. Honestly I'm nervous to post this not gonna lie, just because it does talk about mental health, I wrote this based off of how my OCD is, I'm not saying this is how OCD is for anyone who suffers it. This is just how mine sometimes fucks with me. So with that begin said...

I hope y'all enjoy this!

(Not proofread..)

You laid in yours and Abby’s shared bed, wallowing in self pity as your tummy ached and felt sour. Wrapping your arms around your self and cradling your stomach, you wait impatiently for Abby to walk through the door.

Your tummy has been hurting for some time now and you already got some medicine from Nora plus some advice on things that might help you feel better, sadly though all you’ve been able to do was lay in bed with a heating pad that Abby had snagged on a patrol mission three weeks ago on your stomach and wait for it to soothe.

You finally hear the door open and Abby’s heavy industrial boots hit the floor with her step. You hear her drop her heavy bag on the ground and her sigh softly and some shuffling before there was a pause,”Baby? Are you awake?” Abby whispered, in case you were indeed asleep. No wonder way she did ask though, as you were covered in blankets and turned to lay on your right side facing away from her, curled up into a fetal position.

“I’m awake.” You say still laying there.

You hear Abby’s footfall as she makes her way across the room and comes to stand in front of you, she pushes your hair back softly from your forehead before her hand comes to a rest on your cheek, her thumb rubbing over the swell of it slowly. You sigh as she does this, feeling better now that she’s here with you.

“Are you okay pumpkin?” Abby asked.

“No, I’ve felt bad all day.”

“Where do you feel bad at?” She asked as she kneeled down in front of you and placed her lips softly on your forehead to see if you where running a fever.

You let out a huff before ranting,”I felt faint so I came and laid down, that and my tummy had been hurting and I feel sick, plus I have a headache and-“ you abruptly stop talking because you remembered she’s the one who just got back from running around and fighting all day, and here you were complaining about feeling bad. You suddenly felt very guilty.

“Honey, do you need the bin?” Abby began to reach for the bin next to the bed but you stopped her.

“No, no I’m okay, I just..” you stopped talking.

“What is is love, do I need to go get Nora or Mel real quick?” Abby was so sweet it made your heart physically ache, she was so worried about you not feeling good she forgot how tired she had felt from her long day. Now focused on taking care of you instead.

You were quick to grab Abby’s hand as she stood up, getting ready to leave and go to medical to get you some medicine. Stopping her and saying,”No! Please don’t leave.”

Abby paused looking down at your pitiful form with a confused look.

“Just—stay please. Don’t leave..” You begged her.

“Okay love, it’s okay. I won’t leave.” She replied. Still holding your hand, she lifted your hand up and kissed your knuckles.

“How was your day?” You asked, trying to pull the subject off of you, still feeling guilty.

“It’s was surprisingly good today. Manny and I didn’t run into any Scars and only a few infected. We even found an old store that looked like it hadn’t been looted so we marked the map for the scouts to go look at tomorrow.”

You smiled at the information she gave you, happy that she had such a good day. Lately she’s been over worked by Isaac, he was putting her on more missions and even had her do night watch just a few days ago. He was feeling Paranoid about something but wouldn’t say what, won’t even tell Abby. So she’s been stressed about this and has been pretty restless as well.

“I’m so glad you had a good day Abs.”

“Yeah, it was a pretty damn good day.” Abby smiled down at you.

“Now, tell me what I can do to help you feel better.” She said kneeling in the floor once more.

You lay there not really sure on what to say. You didn’t want to make her do anything, you just wanted her, just wanted her near you or hold you but you were afraid it was to self centered to ask, even though you genuinely felt like shit, you already feel bad for venting to her about how you feel.

“Baby?” Abby asked as you stayed quite for to long.

“Huh? Oh sorry, no there’s nothing you have to do.” You say quickly, rubbing your eye with your blanket covered hand.

Abby hummed softly at the reply you gave her, not really liking how you were neglecting your needs. She stood up and went to get you some water and more stomach medication. She also had picked up dinner on the way up to your room, it was soup with some bread.

She walked back over to you with a tray that had a cup of water, a bottle of medicine, and a bowl with broth soup and bread on the side next to it. Abby placed the tray down onto the side bed table and gentle helped you sit up and propped a pillow behind your back, keeping the heating pad on your aching stomach.

“There, think you can eat something for me love?” Abby said as she softly creases your cheek in her large warm hand. You nodded and she smiled, picking up the tray and placing it in your lap.

You honestly didn’t want to—you felt almost to sick, but maybe some warm soup would help. So with a heavy heart you picked up the spoon and lifted it to your mouth. Slurping up the warm broth—the taste was overwhelming to you, making your tummy feel funny, you just held the soup in your mouth, looking up to Abby and shook your head.

She gave a soft sigh, she hated when you felt sick, knowing you usually suffer from stomach cramps on a regular basis because of your anxiety, but she wasn’t going to focus you to eat, not right now anyways, she’ll just trying again later with crackers or something like that.

She picks up the trash bin and lets you spit the soup into the trash bag before placing it back down, then picking up the tray and placing it back on the side table, she turned to you before saying. “Is it okay if I go shower really quick? I really wanna cuddle but I refuse to do so while this dirty.” She was indeed dirty, though it was mostly mud from the rainy day.

“Yeah, of course you don’t have to ask Abs..”

You really didn’t wanna be left alone with your anxiety of being sick, but you knew she needed to shower.

“Okay, I’ll be right back love.” She then kissed your forehead and went around the room grabbing her clothes and towel, plus her special bar of pine soap before walking to the door, looking back at you to make sure you were still okay, and walked out.

You sigh as the doors closed, suddenly feeling very anxious. You lay back down slowly as to disturb your upset stomach even more. Grabbing the pillow that was Abby’s, you cuddled it to your chest as you felt tears begin to swell in your waterlines. Stop it, you though.

You’re fine, she’ll be back in like ten minutes. You nuzzle your face into her pillow, smelling the scent of her still on it, Dewy earth and pine, it was so comforting to you. You didn’t really realize it but you began to doze off with your face buried in her pillow.

Then suddenly—your tummy turned and you sat up quickly with wide eyes. You breath picked up as you felt sick again. No please just, stop it. You though. Not tonight please.

You were use to stomach aches as you get them when your anxiety is bad, and lately your anxiety has been pretty bad, no really specific thing you were thinking about but just feeling anxious. That’s just how it worked for you.

You throw your legs over the side of the bed as you felt a lump in your throat, quickly grabbing the bin and holding it to your chest as you let out a cry. You hate feeling like this, anxious and sick. You began to tremble as you try and take deep breaths like Abby taught you too.

Where was Abby? It feels like it’s been forever since she went to shower, she should her been back by now.

Tears falling from your eyes as you finally hear the door open and hearing a gasp as Abby’s footsteps hitting the ground, your eyes were closed as you felt two warm large hands grab your cheeks. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” Abby also know how much you hated being sick like this. She hated seeing you like this—so miserable with nothing for her to do to make you feel better.

“Abby,” you cry out.

“I’m here pumpkin.”

She begins to rub your back and you follow the slow movement, matching your breath to it. After about a minute of this your breathing was back to normal and your tummy felt a little better. “Can I take this baby?” Abby asked grabbing the lip of the bin, you squeeze it tighter to your chest—afraid that if you let go you’ll get sick. You start to tap your foot, repeating the rhythm and number counting in your head. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, nine, nine, nin—

“Baby,” Abby stopped the cycle,“Come back to me.”

You sigh out of frustration as your relief was short lived. People at the WLF didn’t really understand your mental disorders, having OCD and being autistic, well you were slight autistic, but it was still autism never the less. Abby, bless her heart, she tried her hardest to understand and to help you however she could; when she saw you doing a repetitive act she knew that was your OCD in play, and you were just doing what it told you to do. Even if that was knocking on your forehead seven times with both hands. She knew that you hated how it was a form of relief to do this actions, your OCD would tell you, You will get sick if you don’t step on the same rock three times with your right foot, you tried your hardest not to listen to it, to not do the movements—but sometimes it would bring Abby into the mix.

Hold your breath till you cross that line, or Abby will get bit, but don’t step on it. It would whisper nastily into your ear, echoing in your mind—so you would hold your breath till you’ve crossed that random line, taking a large step as to make sure you don’t touch said line, people looking at you funny, making you blush with embarrassment. You knew it was all just lies and intrusive thoughts at play, fucking with your mind and trying to make you feel fear—as that’s what it wanted, it wanted you to be afraid and to hide. To be it’s fucking prisoner.

Abby could see you were in your thoughts, so she gently grabbed the bin and placed it near the bed in case you needed it, before walking around to the other side of the bed quickly and got into bed slowly, once she was in bed she had realized her pillow was gone, noticing you had it on your lap. She sighed softly at the cute sight, her heart melting at the thought of you needing it to help you calm down. She rubbed at your back—pulling you from your mind.

You look over your shoulder and see that Abby is in bed, the lamp on her side still on, she knew that having light helped calm you down as well. You hadn’t realized how late it has become. You slowly lay back down once more now that your tummy felt a little more at ease, giving Abby her pillow back as you curled up against her chest, almost in a fetal position, subconsciously protecting your stomach.

She placed her arm under you head, you using it as a pillow, it was somehow more comfortable then your actual pillow. She then placed her other hand over you hip, rubbing it softly with her thumb.

“Where were you?” You asked quietly as your eyes began to close, feeling tired after such a quick and sudden panic episode.

“I was with Manny, he wanted to know if I was on the same patrol with him tomorrow.”

“Are you?” You yawned.

“No pumpkin, I’m off tomorrow, it’s just you and me, okay?” Abby said and she brushed her lips against your forehead to give you a small sweet kiss.

You hummed at the good information you just got and nuzzles your face into her arm, despite it being pure muscle, it was soft to lay on, that and her smell was so much stronger now that you were in her arms.

Abby could see you fading, falling into a hopefully good slumber, so she said her good nights quietly and a little, I love you.

You were already asleep at this point in time, and Abby could feel her eyes begin to close as well now that she was finally in bed with her baby girl, her favorite place to be.

It fell quite in the softly lit dim room of yours as you both finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.

#abby anderson/reader #abby anderson fan fiction #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby x reader #abby the last of us

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So I was thinking of the answer for one of the ask games (which is coming!) but soon realised my reflections are both too long and slightly too salty to include in a fun ask, so here we are.

Because yeah what is below is hands down my favourite Delgado!Master quote, and one of my favourites from any regenerations. Hell, it may be one of my favourites in the entire show.

Gifs by cleowho and I'm sorry I ended up including them this way but I gave up trying to find the exact moment via gif searcher when my phone started smelling of burnt plastic.

So why do I love this so much and why should this result in saltiness? Because this is a very clear statement: there's actual philosophical outlook on the universe behind the Master's villainy. A deeply nietzschean one, but ironically enough underlying much of contemporary critical theories, usually of the progressive vibe. The Master apparently sees power relations as the inherent, fundamental aspect of all sentient relations, and acts accordingly, doing onto others before they do onto them (And that [a self-defence in advance] is how the Master started). And I don't even see it as a neurotic reaction to direct abuse! No, this is something much more intellectual, frozen and abstract. The salt lies therein that there is nothing "just..." to the outlook the Master presents here. Those aren't daddy issues, or the drums (which I love and think can be reconciled with classic Who canon with a bit of timey wimey cause and effect grandfather paradox shenanigans, but fundamentally don't see as the source of Master's villainy, unless they are a metaphor of permanent unsatisfaction and indeed neurotic need for more which is on the one hand awfully difficult for one and everyone around them but on the other perhaps underlie everything you are and you don't know what you'd be without it but you actually like at least a bit of what you are and this is very narcissistic and yes I have OCD), or getaway of insanity, there is no cheap psychologizing, no never heard the music, no Doctor complex that just needs to be talked through, only actual outlook presumably built on decades if not centuries of experience. That is not to say those psychological elements aren't essential to the Master's choices, just that there is no simple obstacle to overcome, no freudian complex to solve for them to see the light. This is something much more conscious.

And I can't express how fitting it is that this nietzscheanism should be the "dark twin" of the Doctor's philosophy of fixing everything they can - in its extreme taking on the form of prometheanism. Frankly, probably the reason Thoschei gives me such a brainrot is the idea of two people with very similar backgrounds (compare and contrast with Professor X and Magneto's backgrounds) arriving at universal outlooks that are at the same time so morally opposing yet in a way fundamentally similar. Because is not overcoming all possible pains of the universe an expression of will?

And the best part? The Doctor does not refute the Master's philosophy! He rejects it morally, but does not point to any single fallacy, does not overthrow it intellectually! And then...

... And then there's the reason I see Tensimm as Goethe's Faust to Threegado Marlowe's (that is not in terms of one being superior or sth only one being a logical development and discussion with the other). At a first glance, Ten is simply repeating what Three said all those episodes ago. But there's more, and there's no way I'm risking my phone again, so a quote will have to suffice.

To have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That's ownership enough.

Ownership. As in having discretion to dispose of something as pleased? As in a very simple power relation?

Like. Wow. This here is indeed a Prometheus whose desire to make people better and literal knowledge of all possible pasts and futures pushed him to call some people more important than others and superimpose his will and knowledge of good and evil disregarding anyone else's choices. This here is indeed the Time Lord Victorious. And yes, knowing when to stop was much easier when there was an external shadow to judge.

The thing is, the Doctor here concedes to the Master's outlook on the universe. Indeed, power relations are unavoidable in sentient life. This is a moment of deep understanding between them because the Doctor now knows what it feels like to wield all that knowledge and perceive no powers saying no. Except, regardless of what poststructuralism might say, there is a fundamental moral difference between power imbalance of seeing vs being seen and y'know, forcing people to build you statues and conquering all other civivlizations and humiliating them in the process. As such, the difference becomes much harder to delineate, forcing one to always reflect instead of following a set of simple guidelines.

The question is, would it still be remembered if the walking counterpoint ceased to exist not physically but intellectually and morally?

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bethanywritesstuff · 2 months

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Vox Headcanons ⚡︎

This list is completely SFW! And platonic! I might make an NSFW one further down the line, or one involving romance

Vox is fluent in sign language! He wants to influence every single sinner in Hell, and what better way than to reach even more audiences than making his broadcasts a bit more inclusive?

Vox's dreams can be seen on his screen, which is why he prefers to sleep with his screen covered. He learned his lesson the one-time Val & Velvette walked in on him taking a nap, and teased him about his dream later (His dream featured Alastor)

When Vox *isn't* dreaming while sleeping, he'll have the Voxtek logo bouncing around his screen, like the DVD logo.

He gets A LOT of fan mail. At the start of his career he'd read through every single one just to boost his ego, but nowadays he just tosses them in the trash with no second thought

When something flusters/embarrasses him, his screen brightness goes up. He's gotten pretty good at keeping things under wrap, but sometimes he just can't control it

Has OCD, ADHD, and maybe a bit of autism, but he would never admit that. He's not diagnosed, but once Velvette casually mentioned that he seemed neurodivergent & Vox got pretty insecure over that.

He has the cleanest room known to man. If someone even slightly moves something in his room, he will notice it

He's pretty possessive. He's deeply insecure & fearful of people leaving him, so he feels the need to control people like pawns. Vox is very manipulative, but it's typically unintentional towards loved ones. -------

Come read more of my Hazbin Hotel fics **HERE!!**

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel the vees #vox hazbin hotel #vivziepop

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steddieholidaydrabbles · 4 months

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Week 3 Masterlist

Week 3 is over and it feels like this month is flying by! Every submission has been a gift 🎁

Check below the cut for submissions for week 3 and please make sure to check the tags, like, and reblog if you enjoyed so others can enjoy too!

DAY 15 - TIME TRAVEL

A Christmas Message by @paperbackribs | Rated G | no cw | tags: getting together, minor angst, first kiss

Untitled by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | cw: temporary character death, accidental manslaughter | tags: time loops, angst, steve harrington's bisexual acceptance, partial fix-it, open ended, steve dies a lot, red thread of fate

if i could turn back time by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: mention of canonical character death | tags: fix-it, light angst, happy ending, first kiss

Blast to the past by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated T | cw: mild blood and gore, mild horror, monsters | tags: steve harrington whump, time travel, magic, royal eddie munson, steve harrington needs a break

What If? by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: mentions of other relationship | tags: time travel, fix-it, second chance, el is meddling, eddie pov

Wake up every morning to this groundhog day by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: time loop au, pre-steddie

ghosts of christmas future by @cranberrymoons | Rated M | cw: canon-typical violence, s3 torture (not in detail) | tags: fluff

DAY 16 - MODERN AU

sir, this is a wendy's by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: established relationship, proposal, kinda silly

bad boys do it better by @starryeyedjanai | Rated T | no cw | tags: dating apps, innuendo, bad flirting

Too hot to be true by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated T | no cw | tags: modern au, podcaster!eddie, steve and dustin are brothers, sexual tension

Same Time, Same Place by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | no cw | tags: modern au, rideshare driver eddie, slightly injured steve, meet-cute, eddie pov

have a happy holiday by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw

Unprofessional by @lingeringmirth | Rated M | no cw | tags: hairstylist steve, rock star eddie, past high school crushes, getting together, inappropriate boners, happy ending

tangled with what i never said by @sidekick-hero | Rated M | no cw

All For His Love by @klausinamarink | Rated T | cw: brief description of corpses | tags: established relationship, inspired by This Is How You Lose The Time War

We've met before, it's different now by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | cw: mentions/fear of transphobia | tags: modern au, tinder au, transfem steve harrington, transmac eddie munson, pre-steddie, first date, t4t steddie

DAY 17 - PLATONIC STOBIN

teach me your kingly ways by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: referenced sexual activities | tags: established steddie, awkward robin, buckingham

How to define a dingus by @paperbackribs | Rated T | no cw | tags: humour, clueless and pining steve, robin's turn with the braincell, steddie end-game, requited love

Best Part of the Day by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | no cw | tags: s4, platonic stobin, ride to school, pre-steddie

Just another manic Monday by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated G | cw: monsters | tags: urban fantasy au, magic au, creature au, background steddie, background buckingham

The Highwayman, The Stableboy, & The Christmas Bride by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | no cw | tags: historical au, minor steddie, crossdressing, a bit silly

connubial bed by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | no cw | tags: established steddie, platonic bed sharing, fluff, banter, eddie being dramatic and using big words, future fic

tis the season by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: road trip, bickering, fluff, one daddy joke

Untitled by @runninriot | Rated T | no cw | tags: best friends steve and robin, established steddie, steve's in crisis mode but robin is here to help

Home to you by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | no cw | tags: chronic pain, ocd, platonic soulmates

Lost in time, lost in space, and meaning by @atimeofyourlife | Rated M | no cw | tags: platonic stobin, dr who au, minor robin/vickie, minor steve/tommy/carol, minor buckingham, minor steddie, alien fucker steve

DAY 18 - HURT/COMFORT

sew you up by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: injury | tags: post-vecna, someone finally takes care of steve's bat bite, getting together

a home for the holidays by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw

That First Terrible Step by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: injury | tags: post-s4, eddie munson lives, physical therapy, recovery, pre-steddie, building friendship, caring steve, eddie pov

We got each other (and that's a lot) by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated M | cw: violent imagery, aftermath of injury | tags: steve got vecna'd, angst, trauma, fluff

Never let me go by @katyawriteswhump | Rated M | cw: mild kink and bondage, sexual content, panic attacks, ptsd, flashbacks | tags: emotional hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, whump

i'll remember for us both, if need be by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | cw: hospitals, head trauma | tags: steve's history of concussions, angst, established steddie, hurt/comfort

Come one, come all to this tragic affair by @atimeofyourlife | Rated M | cw: minor character death, car accidents, death of parents | tags: established steddie, emt steve, death of steve's parents

DAY 19 - ENEMIES TO LOVERS

that's what friends are for by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: mention of hospitals and injury, mentions of selling and using recreational drugs | tags: enemies is more implied than anything, getting together, canon events happening in the background

sugar cookie daydream by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: baker steve, shop owner eddie, rivalry, flirting

To the victor the spoils by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated T | cw: light blood and violence, steamy kissing, very light dubcon if you squint | tags: fantasy au, magic au, guard!steve, thief!eddie, sexual tension, flirting, fighting, first kiss

Excitable Boy by @thisapplepielife | Rated E | cw: 18+ only, horror genre, violence, murder, assault (not steddie), mental disorders, biting, choking | tags: murder boyfriends, dark au, outdated terms, rough sex, unsafe sex, dub-con (consensual, but not negotiated), steve pov, obviously out of character, unhealthy everything, happy ending?

Lap Dog by @runninriot | Rated T | cw: implied violence (punching), smoking weed | tags: tommy "the guard dog" hagan, steve "the king" harrington, eddie "the freak" munson, fighting and making amends

DAY 20 - MAGIC AU

an army of bees by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: off-screen violence, implied sexual content | tags: medieval magic, warlock eddie, apprentice steve, established relationship, secret relationship

The Night Creature by @paperbackribs | Rated M | cw: monster au, prey and predator

A flower for a flower by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated T | cw: sexually explicit language | tags: fantasy au, knight steve harrington, witch eddie munson, repaying debts, open ending

that old black magic by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: fortune telling, witch/appalachian eddie, post-season 2

Elf You by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: language, sentient toys | tags: elf on the shelf au, elf!steve, elf!robin, elf!eddie, elf magic, platonic stobin, crack taken seriously, silliness, the magic of christmas

In Thunder, Lightning, Or In Rain by @klausinamarink | Rated M | cw: major character death, mild gore | tags: witch steve, necromancy, rituals, brief appearance of possessive steve

DAY 21 - SNOW

the magic of snow by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: snow activities, making childhood memories as an adult, fluff, established relationship

Who warms your soul by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated M | cw: nudity, sexual innuendo, implied monsterfucking | tags: fantasy au, king!steve, dragon!eddie, established relationship, soul bond, bathing together

Taking Over the Neighborhood by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: language | tags: fluff, neighbor meet-cute, snow, platonic stobin, cat people, eddie pov

stranded in snow by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | cw: hypothermia | tags: omegaverse, omega steve, alpha eddie, angst, hurt/comfort, soulmate au, historical setting, mystery

The weather outside is frightful by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, childhood memories, steve hates the snow, eddie loves it

same old lang syne by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: angst, open ending, post-break up

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddieholidaydrabbles #stranger things #masterlist

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